Page 13 of Fear and Desire

She sank back down on her knees and stared at the floor, confused and unsure. He tucked himself back into his pants.

“That,” he said, “was a damn fine blow job.”

She didn’t respond, so he tucked a finger under her chin and brought it up.

“Laura, look at me.”

She raised her eyes to his. He smiled. “Thank you.”

His thanks confused her. She looked at him for a moment, then dropped her eyes, not sure what to say.

“All right. I always keep my promises. Lie back, right where you are.”

Her face red with embarrassment, but her body still thrumming with fire, she obeyed. He snagged a cushion from the corner and placed it underneath her head, another courtesy that only served to further her confusion.

“Place your hands on your knees and pull your legs apart as wide as you can.”

She uttered a little cry of humiliation as she willingly bared her most private parts to the man standing in front of her. He grabbed a vibrator from a nearby table and knelt down between her thighs. As he turned it on, the sound reminded her of the torment she’d endured only a few minutes before, and she couldn’t hold back a whimper of fear. When he applied it to her clit, an electric shock tore through her body. It took less than a minute for the orgasm to rise and explode out of her as she screamed in pleasure. He removed the vibrator from between her shaking legs, and she snapped them shut and rolled over.

“Obedience has rewards,” he said. She didn’t answer him as her brain fought a war between pleasure and humiliation. She hated this man who had made her want something so desperately she’d sold her soul to get it.

9

Laura:

Master2gavehera few minutes to collect herself before he ordered her up. She followed him down the hall on shaky legs to the outside door. When it opened, all the women in the same place where they’d done the yoga and squats just two hours before. This time, they were on their knees, their hands upturned on their thighs, and were utterly silent and still.

“There’s an hour of kneeling and meditating each morning. You’re expected to remain motionless for the entire time and learn to ignore the urges to scratch, or wave off an insect, or even cough or sneeze.”

She walked out among the quiet women and settled in an empty place next to Claire. The first few minutes were endless. The sun was higher in the sky and shining straight down on them now, and she itched and sweated in the heat. There was a sharp pebble underneath one of her knees.

The men moved away into the shade. She glanced around as much as she dared.

“Are you okay?” Claire whispered.

“Not really,” Laura replied miserably.

“Orgasm torments?” Claire asked so casually.

“Yes.”

The hour crawled by. She tried to pull her thoughts together, to think, to plan, to figure a way out of here, but it was like trying to herd clouds into a corral. She gave up. Plans would come later, perhaps at night, when the silence would beg for something to occupy her mind.

Somewhere in the middle of the hour, she had an itch she couldn’t ignore any longer, and when the men had their backs turned, she quickly lifted a hand to scratch it—just as Master 4 turned around. He raised his eyebrows at her as he stalked over. She hung her head low, desperate to be invisible. Without comment, he pulled her wrists around behind her and clicked the cuffs together. There was no more itch-scratching for the rest of the time, and when he dismissed them for lunch, no one made a move to free her hands. Claire shook her head at Laura’s questioning look as they filed down the hall to the cafeteria. Laura groaned.

The stew in the large pot was probably healthy, but not very appealing. They assigned her to a group of four women who were kneeling at the feet of Master 6, waiting to be fed. The first two women in her group leaned forward gracefully and accepted the spoon that was held just a little further away from their mouths than comfortable. When it was Laura’s turn, the spoon stopped about six inches away. She craned forward to reach it.

“Stop,” Master 6 ordered.

She froze.

“If it’s more than a few inches away, it’s not actually meant for you to take. Your new master may choose to tease you with it, as I am doing, and not feed it to you. You’ll be hungry, very hungry, but you’ll watch the food go past you without complaint.”

He moved the spoon to the next woman in line and fed it to her. He moved back to the first woman, and the second woman, and then once again paused too far for Laura to reach. She bit her tongue as he fed the fourth woman. By this time, she was so hungry she was faint. When the spoon paused too far away again, she broke her silence.

“Please, sir?”

“Some masters enjoy begging. Others want complete silence. Right now, I want silence.” He continued feeding the other three as Laura struggled not to lunge after the spoon that teased her each time it came around. Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks, but she kept silent.

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